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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charlay
Charlay
Vocals
Peenut
Peenut
Vocals
Parlae
Parlae
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamall Willingham
Jamall Willingham
Songwriter
Gerald Tiller
Gerald Tiller
Songwriter
D'Angelo Hunt
D'Angelo Hunt
Songwriter
Bernard "Jizzal Man" Leverette
Bernard "Jizzal Man" Leverette
Songwriter
Chales Hammond
Chales Hammond
Songwriter
Maurice Gleaton
Maurice Gleaton
Songwriter
Robert Lee Hill
Robert Lee Hill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Maurice Gleaton
Maurice Gleaton
Producer
Corey Stocker
Corey Stocker
Recording Engineer
John Frye
John Frye
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it I bounce in the club so the ho's call me Rocky, Posted in the cut, and I'm lookin for a blockhead, Yup in my white tee! I break a bitch back, And I keep a big bank, oh I think dey like dat! Before I leave the house, i'm slizzard on a goose, And i'm higher then a plane, so a nigga really loose, And I can lean wit it, and I can rock wit it, And if u gotta friend, she gotta suck a cock wit it! Ay gon n rock wit it, gon n lean wit it, Rock so damn hard, u break your spleen wit it, Pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some green wit it, N da spot aint crunk? bitch if we ain't in it? If u dont wanna do it, then i'll make ya dance, Perfect example watch me make your face beat up my hands, When you see me hit the spot, betta watch dat boy, Chalay, from the road and Dem Franchize Boyz! Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Ain't too clean to wanna pop lock from left to right and make a lean, Bobbin to da beat, check my feet, he ain't got these! I rock them, bend my knees everytime the beat drop lean wit it, Rock wit it, freeze before yo fingers pop Purple lean, purple, green, grams in my socks What the f**k you mean u ain't seen Buddie on tha block?! They call me Doctor Doc, I prescribe what a nigga need Make 'em lean and rock, old school people pat ya feet Young Pimpin in tha club, see dem hoes tryna act up Cause the see my chain and a nigga throwin dem stacks up I keep a full clip and my pistol in my pants, I'm in da middle of da flo, they screamin "nigga do yo dance" Now you can roll yo arms, and just put 'em in rotation From side to side and snap yo fingaz like dem Temptaions Boy I'm all outta state doin the dance, they never seen that I ain't Fat Joe, but snap ya fingaz then ya lean back Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Rock left den snap ya fingers, rock right den snap ya fingers, Ayyy wats hannenin? lean wit me, rock wit me, Gotta pill pop wit me, gon take a shot wit me, Call me Teddy, I got grams don't hate, nigga shop wit me, DME, SO SO DEF yeah we known bitch! Franchize aint got no money? shiiit hold on hold on bitch! Ayy Rock left rock right you cna get that shit! Lean Back Like Fat Joe and Snap yo wrist back Gangstas dont dance they lean wit it rock wit it Clock wit me pop quickly ganstas gon rock wit me 1, 2 pop then bring it Cross the chest get nasty flash it go'on flex wit it do it how you want slow it up do The matrix play wit it straight hit it get all they face wit it This dance is 4 da killas da dillas da cut throats You already kno the chillrin the grown folk! Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it
Writer(s): Maurice Gleaton, Bernard Leverette, Jamall Willingham, Gerald Tiller, Deangelo Hunt, Charles Hammond, Robert L. Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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